Throwing Up The White Flag

Well, I guess I am taking the semester off.  I am not going to take any immediate blame for my lack of planning and missing my registration date, but blame it all on the budget cuts and the university having to cancel a crap load of classes.  Because, in all honesty, in past semesters, there were always a whole bunch of me’s in the class, but they all got in.  But this semester dammit, there’s just no chance.

So, I am officially throwing up the white flag. OK, OK, not quite yet, I still am emailing professors, begging for leniency, offering my first born, and hell, even my second born too.  So, we’ll see if they feel sorry enough for me to add me into their classes.  I really won’t know until next week. But, at this point, I’m walking around with my tail in between my legs saying “woe-is-me.”

I honestly hate not going to school.  This is one of the only things that I do for me and just me.  My hatred for this whole debacle of a semester has me even looking at other sorts of “schools.”  Just so I don’t lose my passion for learning.

Let’s see I’ve looked at culinary schools, massage therapy schools, bartender schools and even esthetician schools. Yes, I know that those are all a little off topic, but who says I was ever on topic? This is what I call being well-rounded.

Can’t I just know a little bit of everything?

Ok, but seriously, if these schools weren’t so awfully priced, I may actually be serious about going to one of them.

All I’m saying is that no one can complain with my erratic educational behavior.  Sometimes it really is out of my control.

 

Beggin’ For My Education

This darn recession is killing me I swear.  Ok, maybe not literally, but definitely figuratively.  At work, people are being laid off and those that are left are being forced to pick up the slack.  And at school, well shit, the budget crisis has hit hard, too.  Classes were cancelled, professors on the brink of being let go, services cut. The morale is low basically everywhere I go.  And, of course, it doesn’t help when every class that I need this semester is full.

This semester, I planned on only taking two courses, three at the most.  But, all three courses were full by the time I was set to register.  So, all I could do was go and plead my case to the professors.  Well, one class I didn’t even try, because it was too early and if you may have forgotten, I do have a full time job here. 

Anyway, the second class I went to seemed highly doubtful for me to crash.  The professor at least was nice enough to tell me to come back tomorrow and see what happens.  But, if everyone who showed up the first day was there again, I’d be assed out.

The third class I tried to crash was directly after the second class.  I sat outside that class for over an hour and inside the classroom…well, for maybe only five minutes.  If that.  The professor basically said, if we were not on the roster, then we had no chance.

I am completely and utterly discouraged with this whole higher learning crap, right about now.  How am I supposed to tell my monkeys that school is uber important when I can’t even get in to stay in? I don’t even know how or what to do if I can’t get into any classes.

The sucky part is that the only classes I need now are just major classes, so it’s pointless of me taking anything else.  And, of course it’s too late to try and figure out a minor and try and get into some different classes.

My last attempt (other than going tomorrow to see about the second class) happened this afternoon.  I tried crashing an elective class in my major but again had no immediate luck.  Twelve people were sitting on the floor.  The good news, however, is that the professor is trying to get a bigger classroom to accommodate us all. So, we shall see.  I still have to write an email to her begging to be let into the class, though.  She said she needed us to write why we desperately needed the class.

I said, because if not…then I’m going to have to hit the stripper pole to earn the extra money I would have gotten from my financial aid. Or worst, hit up the Bunny Ranch! Hopefully she takes my groveling and my sob story enough to feel sorry for me and add me.

We’ll see if it works!

 

Back From The Dead…

Helloooooo out there! If you were the least bit worried about my well being, I am OK.  I just needed a break from writing for a bit.  The end of the semester really kicked my butt.  I thought I was going to stab a pencil through my eye. But, it was all worth the many foul outbursts that slipped out of my mouth.  I pulled my GPA up, got my ass off of academic probation and managed to not slay anybody while doing it.

So, anyhow, it has basically been a month since I last wrote a blog. Lots of fun stuff has happened. There was Christmas, New Year’s, Playhouse Disney (sorry, that was random), Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, Obama being sworn in, and today is Chinese New Year’s. So Happy New Year to all my fellow yellow folks. Yes, a lot of amazing stuff has happened in such a short span of time.

I was kind of bummed during the holidays though, because the monkeys spent Christmas in San Diego this year. This was the first year I spent away from them, so it was hard.  And what made it harder was when I said goodbye, B-Wops started to cry. It hurt so bad. I think I went home and ate a whole carton of ice cream…well…at least I thought about eating a whole carton of ice cream.

I at least got to see my lovely ladies for a holiday party one of my good friends was throwing during Christmas. It was on a boat, with free alcohol, and great music. Too bad I looked like a hot mess, if not I’d show pictures! (That is what happens when you get stuck in traffic and a forty minute ride turns into a two hour one).

Also, that night is known as the night we do not speak about…so I’ll just leave it at we had a good time.

Anyhow, I’m back to the grind.  So expect an update from me at least once a day. Not sure if the information will be relevant or even entertaining, but then again, most of the time I am neither of those.

Until tomorrow…

 

Ode To The Crazy Baby Daddies

I must admit that as much as I despise the CBD he definitely isn’t the worst one out there. I will, however, say that he still is scum and does many obnoxious things to get under my skin, but…at least he is a good father. And, although I am being forced to take his ass back to court for more child support, at least he is giving me some kind of dough.

But, right now, I am in the “I really want to throw hot tar at the CBD” mood right about now. And, only because I am shooting myself in the toe because I am too nice to that sucker.  So, Thanksgiving was my holiday this year, except he managed to manipulate the situation and get them that night all the way until Monday.  Which was fine because his family was in town and I know it is important that my monkeys spend time with them, BUT this selfish, son of a all things evil, has just screwed me by taking the monkeys away for a whole week for Christmas.

So, either I celebrate Christmas next Friday or the 28th. Thanks Pal.  And, to top it off, he’s bringing his new girlfriend with him to celebrate Christmas with MY monkeys. Don’t get me wrong, I actually like his girlfriend, but WTF? I think it is more important that his children spend some time with their mother instead of the fill in.

OK, enough about that. I know he’s a jack ass, but I guess I should be lucky that he isn’t trying to get out of his fatherly duties. There are a few CBDs out there that I know that should just be fixed completely and never procreate again. I just don’t understand why some men insist on having children when they don’t support mentally or financially the children they already have.

I’ll never get that.

Anyway, I’m off to write twenty pages for my finals. Wish me luck.

 

At It Again

I have had about half of the semester to plan and work on my final project which is due next week.  And, true to my nature, I have not “started” it just yet.  That is not to say that I haven’t researched anything, I just haven’t written anything down. To top things off, I have a ten minute presentation tomorrow to discuss my project.

My project is on emergency planning in urban cities.  Which doesn’t sound so hard, but my professor wants it from an anthropological point of view, so that’s what is going to kick my butt. I have no idea what that is. But, I am going to have to hop to it and figure it out.

Let’s see how much I can actually find from now until tomorrow evening. I may just do a demo of what one should have with them in case of an emergency.

And, as always, if I get a bad grade, it will be my own fault. Ahhh, the joys of higher learning.